Not in the running, but this rain is nothing new to me anyway. i see my reflection, no where near who i should be. the spirt is willing, but the anchors of my flesh still hold me down. with every distraction, i loose more of who i should be... how many times to try, before i realize, the flaws in my design make me have to ask why... why'd you make me so weak? i tried, but i'm incomplete. is there this all there is, all there is to me? how many chances at redemption do i think i'll ever get? i keep changing my rythums, for a shot at something more. miricles happen, so why do i feel like i've been left behind? is it in my nature to look for what i can't find? i should be a better man. is this all there is? i can pick myself up again. is this all there is? i hope that one day i'll make up then but right now, this is all there is to me no matter how i pray, i will never be complete cause right now, this is all there is to me